"How will running away help us?" Nala asked Simba.

"Well, we won't have to face getting in trouble for killing Zazu, first of all," he replied.

"Yeah. So? We won't survive a week out there! How are we going to survive?" Nala asked, thinking she'd pretty much destroyed his idea.

"Oh, come on, Nala. Let's get out of here. We'll run away together! And start a pride… all on our own."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing!" Simba replied, grinning nervously. "I said nothing! Did you say something? Because I didn't!"

"Start our own pride?" Nala exclaimed. "That's a bit serious, isn't it, Simba?"

"I-I wasn't thinking straight!" he protested. "It's all the stress from murdering Zazu. I don't know what I'm thinking!"

"Running away isn't going to do much good, Simba. We need to find a way to make sure no one ever finds out."

"But they will!" Simba insisted, a sad look on his face. "And then they're gonna capture us, and then they're gonna tickle us, and then they're gonna kill us! And then Mom will say, 'Simba, I'm very disappointed in you', and then she'll tell Dad, and he'll say, 'Not now, I just got back from patrolling.'"

"Simba!" Nala exclaimed, gripping him tightly and shaking him. "Get a grip!"

"Why did this have to happen us?" Simba moaned. Then, a smile came across his face. "Hey, maybe this isn't really happening. Maybe this is just a horrible dream!"

"Simba, I don't think it's a—"

"It has to be a nightmare or something," he told her. "I'll just close my eyes and then I'll wake up!"

Simba closed his eyes. Nala watched him, shaking her head in disbelief.

After a few more seconds, Simba opened his eyes, only to find everything was exactly the way he had left it. "This isn't fair."

"Told you it wasn't a dream."

Simba collapsed on the ground, sighing. "Running away sounds like a pretty good idea to me right now."

Nala sat down next to him. "Simba, we can get out of this. We're clever, right? Well, apart from that time when we ate that mud in front of that cub."

Simba smiled and nodded. "Oh, yeah." He nudged her. "Hey, we won that bet though, didn't we?"

Nala looked at him, confused. "No, we didn't, Simba. That's why we had to eat the mud."

Simba frowned. "We're doomed."

"Since when did you start giving up?" Nala asked.

"Since now. We might as well turn ourselves in," he suggested, sighing.

"What?" Nala grabbed Simba and looked him in the eyes. "I don't know about you, Simba, but I do not want to be tickled to death! Now, are we going to think of a plan or not?"

Simba looked completely shocked. "Uh… Okay, we'll think of a plan."

"Good." Nala smiled and let go of him. Simba got up and walked around, trying to think of a plan.

A sneaky smile crossed his face. "Hey, why don't we frame one of the other cubs for killing him?"

"Simba, isn't that a bit… you know, cruel?"

Simba shrugged, not really caring. "Yeah. So? They were cruel to us when we tried to make friends with them. Isn't it about time we got our revenge?"

"That's too evil," she told him.

"Well, I think killing Zazu makes us evil enough," Simba replied.

"Oh, Simba. We're not evil."

"We aren't? We were going to knock him out and just leave him there. We're monsters!"

Simba looked traumatised. Nala shared the same expression. "You're right," she agreed. "What have we become?" Nala walked over to him. "So if we're going to be bad guys, then we have to act like bad guys, right?"

Simba studied her, to see if she was joking or not. "Uh… I guess so."

"Well, what would a real bad guy do?" Nala asked.

"Um… Kill another person and make it look like it was them?" Simba suggested.

"You have a very sick mind," Nala told her friend.

Simba grinned. "That's good, right?"

"Kinda. It worries me a little that you know so much, though. Anyway, we can't kill someone else. That would just make it worse. It needs to be something else. We need it to make it look like it was someone else. Or an accident, or…"

Simba grinned sneakily, and whispered in her ear. "Or… We could try and bring him back."

Nala looked at him, confused. "Did I just hear that correctly? How can we try and bring Zazu back?"

"It's simple," Simba replied, as if it were nothing. He walked over to Zazu's corpse.

"Mouth-to-mouth?" Nala suggested.

Simba looked at Zazu, then at Nala, a disgusted look on his face. "Eww! No way! Gross! I was thinking more along the lines of trying to get his heart starting again." Simba used his paws and started pressing up and down on Zazu's still chest, trying to imitate CPR as best as he could.

Nala smiled, seeing he was failing miserably. "It doesn't exactly look like it's working to me, Simba."

Simba groaned. Then he started punching Zazu's chest furiously. "Live, darn it, live!"

"Simba, Simba!" Nala cried, pulling him from Zazu. "That's not helping!"

"No, but it's making me feel better."

"He's dead, Simba! For good! We can't bring him back."

Simba looked down at the ground, and he started to smile again. "Maybe we can."

"Simba, I think you're going a little cuckoo—"

"No," Simba interrupted. "Wait, hear me out!"

Nala sighed. "Okay. What?"

"I've heard a few stories, you know," Simba told her.

"Yeah, and…?" Nala asked, not really getting what he was saying.

"Well, have you ever heard the story of… Ibilisi?" Simba asked.

Nala gasped. "You don't mean… that Ibilisi, do you?"

Simba nodded. "Yes, I do."

"But… But he's the… the…"

"The Devil?"

"Exactly!" Nala cried. "What's the Devil got to do with this?"

"I've got a plan," Simba replied, smiling.

"And that plan is?"

"I'm going to raise the Devil."